Lynx-faced man trapped in the crosswalk
of
Fire torn billboards
I see faces in the ruptured asphalt
Deer dancers on the tarmac
Dinosaurs unravel intestinal tracks of
Mojave sand pits
Mystic 8 on the freeway
Homer above the ruins
Grandeur of nothing, extravagance of emptiness
Over the lattice of fibers covering your
Sex, lungs & heart
I write messages of filigree & brass
Like elk horns covered with dandelions
Picked clean as the vertebrae of
desert rocks crawling with ants
We are skeletons born of nothing
Our destiny is to follow
The eagle beneath the sea